Page 62 of Shadowborne: Reckoning

Her eyes widened when I began rubbing myself against her—then she smiled and laced her fingers behind my neck and began to roll her hips gently, arching, following the movement and letting me press against her, but not into her.

God, she felt incredible. Hot, and slick, and soft. And the longer I played, her eyes began to glaze, then hood… and her head sank back.

When I had her over me, her throat bared and eyes closed, when both of us were panting, I grasped her hip to stop her moving and croaked, “Sit down.”

Tipping her forehead against mine, she did as I said and sank down, her mouth opening in a beautiful, sweet O as I filled her and her eyes rolled back, closing over her pleasure.

I cursed at losing her gaze—and because my body leaped to have her, already thrumming, already fighting off my climax as I leaned her back, one hand spread at her back, while I cupped her neck with the other until she arched away from me.

“So beautiful, Bren… so fucking beautiful,” I rasped as I pumped slowly into her and we rocked together. Her breasts were tight, heavy and full, her nipples tenting the soft material, while the rest of her body went limp—except where we joined, where she clenched on me, gasping with each invasion.

Unable to resist, I leaned forward over her, and without removing the nightgown, sucked on one nipple—making the fabric wet so that when I lifted my head, it would feel cold on her skin. I growled approval at the sight of her nipple, visible under the wet fabric, tightening to a higher point. Then I did the same with the other one.

When I lifted my head and saw both peaks pressing, pink and rosy, through the wet fabric, my body surged. I had to fight back the urge to simply plow into her.

My breath tore from my throat, my voice rough. “Open the neck. Show yourself to me.”

Bren fumbled at the ribbon at the neck that held a long V closed at the front of the nightdress, cursing the knot, then finally getting the little ribbons untangled and pulled the ends free, yanking open the deep V and baring one of her breasts, arching towards me, watching, mouth open as I took it, clamping one hand on her shoulder from the back, pulling her down onto me at the same time I curled over her and sucked that nipple into my mouth, thrusting into her, holding her against it.

And my beautiful mate gasped my name, then sank deeper over me, opening her knees wider.

I did it again, panting.

Then I was sucking, biting, teasing, pumping into her, the hair on the back of my neck standing tall as she began to whimper.

“Bare the other one,” I demanded hoarsely, chastening myself that she needed gentleness. But she smiled and leaned back into my hand, her fingers trembling as she shifted the nightdress to bare the other breast and held the fabric wide until I clamped down on that one—and her fingers fisted in my hair, holding me to her.

I sucked hard at the same time I thrust into her, again, and again, urging her towards that peak.

‘Donavyn!’

Her head fell back, lolling, and I begged God to give me the control to hold off until she came.

Clawing both hands up her back, into her hair, gripping it, baring her throat, I kissed my way up from her breast, still thrusting, and she cried out, begging me not to stop.

Again and again, her breasts bouncing against my chest.

I thrilled to her, delighted to sense no fear in her. Her body was soft, arching, responding.

Then she clenched on me and I almost came.

Tearing my mouth off her, I bent her back and raised my head to lock eyes with her, staring, gasping her name, pleading.

Bren’s eyes widened. Her knees were spread as she opened herself to me. Watching myself take her was a stunning sight that threatened to end this too quickly. But looking up only revealed her breasts, bobbing with every thrust, her nipples tight little peaks, shining from my kisses.

Bren was stunning. Her back arched, chest high, throat bare as she grew tighter and tighter and—oh dear God, give me strength!

Frantic, hoarse, I begged her. “Come for me, Bren. Come for me, Love.”

With a cry, one of her hands slapped to my shoulder and she clamped it there, the other hand clawing at my waist.

She was crying out, wordless, mindless with pleasure—but her eyes… hooded and glazing, still found mine.

As we both locked in, I curled my toes into the carpet and prayed for control.

“Beautiful… so fucking beautiful, my love—”

“Donavyn… oh, Donavyn!”